Everything I'm about to say is true.
Jul. 27th, 2008 03:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
custodianOne of the interesting things about this fandom is that most of people I meet are distant. They're not folks I'm likely to run into. Lots of UK folk, a shocking number of Canadians, etc. In short, if I write a bum installment of IEIT, or misuse a semicolon, most of y'all are in no position to come burn down my house.
None of you, that is, except for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jbs_teeth.
Teeth is precise. Teeth likes to be in control. Teeth knows where everything is, and she is the Dread Mistress of all she surveys.
She set her dog on me almost immediately, and pressed me into service before I had a chance to orient myself. Stripped of my possessions, I accompanied her as a man-slave to various locations, all of which seemed carefully chosen to confuse me. She even plied me with alcohol to weaken my resolve.
At one point, I was made to run through the rain until I was drenched to the skin. She then had me sit in a dark room for two hours, where I was made to watch violent and confusing images on a screen.
After that, she forced me to prepare soup, made me drink some sort of vile Argentinian lighter fluid, and interrogated me for several hours. Her dog was in evidence for the duration.
Eventually she tired. I was given guidelines regarding my ablutions and made to sleep on an unfamiliar device. I did as I was told in hopes that my compliance would please her.
I awoke alone in my assigned area. I did my best to clear away the device, but the folding mechanism baffled me, and I couldn't completely put it away before she returned. The dog, of course, came with her.
She led me out of the house again, and was given a bit of food to eat by a young serving boy with freckles. After this she interrogated me some more, this time in an enclosed outdoor space. When she tired of this, there were refreshments, for which I was grateful.
It was around this time that she became aware that my partner -- and indeed some others -- were growing concerned at my unusually long absence. I was instructed not to contact these people. As she said this, I noticed her dog sitting next to a large bone, but watching me with sincere interest.
Luck, however, was on my side. While she began to prepare for a gathering, I located my personal effects. While her dog did his best to prevent my escape, and alerted her to my bid for freedom, I managed to slip out the door unharmed.
I'm home now. I'm safe. But something tells me that I won't have peace for long. She's seen me now, and her dog has my scent. It's only a matter of time before she finds me where I live...
None of you, that is, except for
jbs_teeth.Teeth is precise. Teeth likes to be in control. Teeth knows where everything is, and she is the Dread Mistress of all she surveys.
She set her dog on me almost immediately, and pressed me into service before I had a chance to orient myself. Stripped of my possessions, I accompanied her as a man-slave to various locations, all of which seemed carefully chosen to confuse me. She even plied me with alcohol to weaken my resolve.
At one point, I was made to run through the rain until I was drenched to the skin. She then had me sit in a dark room for two hours, where I was made to watch violent and confusing images on a screen.
After that, she forced me to prepare soup, made me drink some sort of vile Argentinian lighter fluid, and interrogated me for several hours. Her dog was in evidence for the duration.
Eventually she tired. I was given guidelines regarding my ablutions and made to sleep on an unfamiliar device. I did as I was told in hopes that my compliance would please her.
I awoke alone in my assigned area. I did my best to clear away the device, but the folding mechanism baffled me, and I couldn't completely put it away before she returned. The dog, of course, came with her.
She led me out of the house again, and was given a bit of food to eat by a young serving boy with freckles. After this she interrogated me some more, this time in an enclosed outdoor space. When she tired of this, there were refreshments, for which I was grateful.
It was around this time that she became aware that my partner -- and indeed some others -- were growing concerned at my unusually long absence. I was instructed not to contact these people. As she said this, I noticed her dog sitting next to a large bone, but watching me with sincere interest.
Luck, however, was on my side. While she began to prepare for a gathering, I located my personal effects. While her dog did his best to prevent my escape, and alerted her to my bid for freedom, I managed to slip out the door unharmed.
I'm home now. I'm safe. But something tells me that I won't have peace for long. She's seen me now, and her dog has my scent. It's only a matter of time before she finds me where I live...